~ t w i s t e d ~ a n g e l ~

To someone, I can live with all your imperfections, it’s just the nonsense temper I couldn’t put up with.

To another one, I can live with all your imperfections, it’s just the lack of seriousness in life left me disturbed.

Nobody is perfect, I am nobody.

Good girls go to heaven,
Genius girls collect proof,
Bad girls go everywhere,
Sassy girls go to hell (or shut down blog).

It’s true you couldn’t fight love, but (if you at least finish high school) you COULD HAVE stop yourself from hurting the person he loves.

Rest in peace.

This entry is inspired by Chics.

I know I’m stubborn, you don’t have to tell me that. I choose this way because I don’t want to be meek and shallow like you. I don’t know how some people can ask me to forgive them on something that I can’t forgive. Why did you do it in the first place? The dumbest answer I ever heard is “because I was born this way” or “it’s fated”. Tak ke nak meletup aku dengar tu?

You know how FATE works or not? FATE is the thing you can mention after you’ve done your best, after you put up your effort. If you purposely let your kid plays on the street, the he got run over by a car, do you call that FATE? I call it stupidity.

“BORN THIS WAY” for me only applies for physical. Like, my left leg is shorter than the right one because I was born this way. There’s no such thing as I’m stupid/meek because I was born this way. Bodoh boleh belajar, and you’re feeble because you chose THAT way. These kind of people should be sent away to other place far far away, senang aku gi kerja sebab tak semak sangat kat sini.

As far as I know, I’m not obliged to forgive. It’s my option. If forgive is good, tell me why do we need police? And why do we need prison?

I’m not trying to be anal or picky with people in Facebook, but I would appreciate if the request from an unfamiliar name intended to add me, came with a message that at least make some kind of connection. I am forgetful most of the time. And there are some people I knew, but using pseudonym. Also, I attended 8 schools altogether. I hate to click that Ignore button, but I already did few times.

Just say something. You listened to KRU too? Are you my ex-es’ friend? Were we from the same school? Do you like me? Want to date me this weekend? Really?? Cool!

As much as I’m very prone to spelling and grammatical error in my blog entries, I can’t help to address the babies/toddlers’ custom-made printed clothings with such mistakes.

I found this unacceptable. Not because my blog entries could go under spellcheck with a click of a button, but their printed tees could mean something else.

‘My Momma Was Hot’.

So your momma is not hot now? Or should I convey my condolences? Like.. I’m sorry for your ‘lost’, kiddo?

On the very first day of 2008, I’m thankful for internet as this is the only medium where I can turn silly with friends like I normally do, read about things I like, listen to music and just be my regular self. Because these past few days I learned that I had no choice, but to accept what everyone in real world threw at me.

I don’t understand people who could go around and asking themselves to be invited to certain event, BBQ, dinner, open house etc. That’s CHEAP. With capital F.

“Whoever gossips to you, will gossip about you”

~Spanish proverb~

Owh how that’s so true.

Tell me, why did men married dumb, dependent and fugly (fukcing ugly) women, while the hawt, brainy and independent women left unwanted?